I went to the ministry with Theseus. Leta joined us to go to the training room. I feel great, a little nervous, but much less so than my friends. When I asked them to help me train for combat, they looked at me as if I'd lost my mind, literally. I explained, but I have the feeling that Theseus isn't ready. He doesn't say it, but he's afraid I'm going to have a flashback or he's going to give me one. Leta understands the importance of regaining my power, but I can see that she's worried. They haven't taken my power away from me, and I won't let them. They're imprisoned, but I won't let it affect my confidence in my ability to defend myself.
Leta opened the aurors' training room, reserved exceptionally for us, as a benefit of their work. It reminded me of the duelling club sessions at Hogwarts, only more professional.
— What exactly were you thinking?" asked a tense Theseus.
— Working out the speed combinations, mastering Expelliarmus as an unspoken spell. I know it's difficult, but it comes in handy in a duel. I can do it sometimes.
He pulls on his costume to regain composure.
— If it's all right with you, we'll start with Expelliarmus as an informal spell. Leta took over, hiding her fear better.
— Perfect. Theseus, I know you're worried, but I want to do this.I need to do this.
It didn't help, unfortunately. After a lot of trying and perseverance, I managed to get it done. The anger helped, to be honest, but so did the pleasure of learning. Next to that, the speed chains were easy. If that mannequin was a sorcerer or witch, it would have lost!
Taking a break, I got ready to ask again about the point that worries them most, real-life combat, magic against magic.They do it in their missions and in training, but I feel their resistance for me.I understand that, but it's the most effective, and I really hope that at least Leta will accept.
— We've talked about magic versus magic training.
— No," refuse Theseus immediately.
Cause lost, I gave in, only for him.
— Leta, please. For my sake.
— Do you really want to do it? she asks, not willing.
- One hundred percent determined. Just like at Hogwarts. You're doing it for practice. I negotiate.
— It's a terrible idea, Theseus refuses again. This is different. It's controlled.
— As controlled as it is now. I retort calmly. I'm a trained witch, you're both trained.
— You know it's different.
— I know. I said, understanding. I need to do this. It's the next step.
— I just don't understand why.
— I do. I'll do it with you. Leta decided.
I grim, fill with gratitude.
— Thank you very much.
— You're not going to give up the idea when you haven't done it, are you? Sigh Theseus.
— No," I answer honestly.
— You've managed to neutralise two of them. That's already a lot.
— Not enough.
— By Merlin's beard ! Very well, for you! He say more softly. You know best what you need.
— Thank you. I need it. I try to reassure them both. I be okay. You really are the best of friends to me.
— And you're stubborn. He held back a smile.
— The three of us are. I smile.
I stand up and Leta join me, picking up her wand. I concentrated, ignoring my surroundings, and got into position. As if by agreement, we stopped. Unsurprisingly, Leta dominated, even though she held back. Nevertheless, I managed to disarm her with three informal spell and avoid the maximum, much more than before. I feel strong, no fear, no memory, just adrenaline. The wound is closed, fully healed after this session. Leta smiled at me.
— Thank you both so much! Thank you Leta !
She came over and gave me a hug, followed by Theseus.
— You're doing better than most of the Auror apprentices I've trained. she congrats proudly.
— I enjoyed doing it ! Nevertheless, I will stick to potions, I laugh.
— I understand why you needed it, I was wrong. he spoke. Ready to go home?
— Yes! Let's go!
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when the pain is too much to bear (Fantastic Beast OC tome 1)
Fanfiction1926, Angleterre Divisions rise between the wizards. Grindelwald is back and rising. Rosa lives her life, between her work at St. Mungo's and her friends Thomas, Theseus and Leta. A little bubble in the midst of war.... But one evening will change...